Macintosh

When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
Tired of giving excuses, for a major reason
Life and death I’m choosing when Im geeked off them presses
I don’t I won’t ever let them fucking cage that demon in
Spent more cash then anyone, damn I’m regretful
Vodka and redbull make me so forgetful
When I pop a perky swear it make me go off this earth please
Human in the mirror just go away
I will never give your own trusted mistake
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
Hallucinations daily, withdrawals got me crazy
I Think I’ll crush a bus I been so down lately
Cuz this vampire lady consumed blood and soul
Sold it to the witches in the forest of old
Stories told, books closed its all over
Sold my soul why I’m like a four leaf clover
Control the goetia I know that Im higher
But then I come down fall down
Like a daemon
(Escape through your dreams ninety-three)
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state
When The lights turn off and the Suns Gone
I bit that apple like its Macintosh
Running real fast from myself going sideways
I don’t have friends only blues and bad mind state